Escaping the South Bronx by sheer ambition wasn’t easy. Now Elliot is being dragged back…a captive by another man’s desire for revenge.
Elliot’s planned vacation is hijacked by a gorgeous young man with an axe to grind. Seduced and kidnapped, the hard working banker could never have imagined what fate has in store, or what being a prisoner would do to his mind. Shocking revelations come thick and fast in this dark tale of slavery, submission and imprisonment.
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Elliot held onto the chrome pole with his crotch pressed against the hand that held steady between him and it. The man pretended to be totally unaware of the hard-on that was rapidly growing in response to his gentle administrations. Elliot momentarily felt ashamed. He had always considered himself above the sort of cheap thrill that New York subways were famous for. He sighed and pressed harder against the unseen hand.
His eyes searched over the heads of the crushed commuters. They all looked tired and irritable; receiving a hand job in this unlikely crowd was kind of surreal. He admitted to himself that the feeling wasn’t half bad; the guy wasn’t bad looking, although he wasn’t the type Elliot would have picked out for himself.
Suddenly, the train lurched to a halt as the passengers, familiar with rush hour screw-ups, groaned in unison and fought to keep their balance. Elliot reached out in two directions. One arm wrapped around the pole while his other hand clung to his briefcase with a practiced two fingers. The other three hooked onto an unseen jacket. Quickly up-righting himself, he apologized to the young man beside him. Immediately, he regretted the clumsy introduction, but at the same time was gratified by it.
"Damned train. I should be able to balance on a high wire by now!" Elliot uttered good-naturedly to the man whose jacket he had snagged. The young man responded in Spanish. "Don’t sweat it, man."
The guy couldn’t have been more than twenty-two or three. His skin was the color of cream-filled coffee, and jet-black curls fell seductively over his eyes. As the guy brushed his hair back with his hands, Elliot couldn’t help being sucked into the most astonishing green eyes he had ever seen. Eyes the color of emeralds set beneath a glass of milky water. Damn the crowd.
As the train lurched forward, a fat secretary fell between him and the young man. He wanted to talk further to the guy, meet him, and find out his name.
The express train sped ahead and promised to free all its suffering passengers. Elliot had forgotten the hand of the groping black man until he set eyes on the Hispanic youth again. Yes, it was a good feeling this green-eyed beauty was provoking in him. He wondered where he lived, where would he get out, would he have the balls to talk once again to this guy? While his cock grew hard again, the black man ventured a look out of the corner of his eye, smiled, and squeezed Elliot’s cock harder and began to manipulate the loose skin up and down Elliot’s trouser leg.
The Hispanic youth smiled at Elliot, the kind of toothy smile that adorned posters. Elliot smiled back, suddenly embarrassed and afraid that someone, anyone, might be witnessing this little pas de deux between the two Latinos.
There was no mistaking his dick was getting hard and he felt the roar of fire in his ears. The black guy had increased the tempo of his hand job, and Elliot noted with alarm that any minute he was going to burst his wad right in his pants on a crowded subway car.
He discreetly moved to stop the active hand, but the black man continued to study the poster and rubbed aggressively against the thin cotton fabric that stood between him and Elliot’s tortured, soon-to-be-relieved cock.
Cain Berlinger has published innumerable short stories in various gay publications throughout Europe and America. His self published books include essays on Black America, a book on meditation, a series of fitness books (under RD Cain) and several illustrated, as he describes them as “pure JO fiction”
He has lived in Holland, Germany and Switzerland for over a decade and now resides in New York City where he works as a life coach, fitness trainer, interfaith minister and party promoter. “I have no discipline for 9-5,” he says. His primary sites are www.cainberlingers.com and www.Mrcain.com